Thursday, December 31, 2015

This message screamed and shouted as loud as possible by Grant GToday, December 31st/2015....The new BC Liberal education minister Mike Bernier had the audacity to blame the 20 year delay in seismically upgrading vulnerable brick and mortar schools on schoolboards ...Absolutely mindboggling that these BC Liberal can look themselves in the mirror...Effing asshole you are Mike Bernier

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According to Education Minister Mike Bernier, in some cases the delays getting the work underway rest with the school districts.

"I think this earthquake is a perfect example and a wake-up call of why we don't want to be waiting any longer," said Bernier on Thursday morning."It's one of the top priorities that I have within mymandate to continue to work with the school districts. The funding is there."Of course, the timing of that can only go as fast, and as quickly, and as efficiently as the school boards themselves work with us to make sure those priorities are delivered," Bernier said.

VSB chair says the money isn't there

But according to Vancouver School Board Chair Mike Lombardi it's the ministry that is responsible for the delays stopping the upgrades from getting done.There are 68 high-risk schools in Vancouver alone with no plan in place, and 21 of those are rated by the province at H1, the highest of the three levels of high risk, in the ratings system used by the province."We've done our preliminary work, but there's been no approval at the ministry level," said Lombardi this week.

"We want to get the job done," Lombardi said. "What we need is the government to step up to the table, live up to their commitment and sign those project agreements so we can start doing the work."

"The BC Liberal government has failed to keep the Premier's promise to upgrade all schools in British Columbia by 2020. A timeline that was announced in 2005, re-announced in 2009, again in 2011 and again in 2013. But just two months ago the Minister of Education added ten more years to that timeline - saying schools would not be upgraded until 2030. Here's my question to the Minister of Education asking how his government can say school seismic upgrades are their number one priority but then fail to keep their promise."

4 .9 earthquake 19 miles off Victoria, it must have been very shallow, the entire greater Vancouver area shook, ...Our house shook violently(North Burnaby)

Here is a replay of a critically important Straight Goods post from October 2012.....We are overdue for the bug one...(five paragraphs down)..But first let me say this to Christy Clark and her promise-breaking government)

Hey Christy Clark, your BC Liberal team under Gordon Campbell promised over a decade ago to protect our children and earthquake proof vulnerable brick and mortar schools by 2016, he failed,

Under your scandal filled leadership Christy Clark, you have dragged your feet on seismic upgrading of schools, your Government has stalled the progress on this urgent task even more, failed to commit $dollars to this critically important issue, you and your phony balanced budgets, ...Where`s the money Christy Clark?

You, the government you lead Christy Clark put-off seismic upgrades to vulnerable brick and mortar schools going out past 2030...????? only money for $$$$$$ LNG fake photo-ops

Christy Clark, if this earthquake was much bigger and struck during school hours hundreds if not thousands of kids could die, entire communities could lose their children...Crushed, flattened under crumbling bricks..

Maybe John Horgan once elected in 2017 will complete the job of protecting our more precious resource....Not LNG Christy Clark....Children!

Perhaps we should take a closer look, after a cursory search there seems to be a whole-lotta earthquakes going on in Cascadia, here was a cluster of 17 earthquakes in August/2008..

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Quake swarm rocks West Coast's ocean depths

Last Updated:
Wednesday, August 27, 2008

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An unusually large swarm of tremors is rocking the ocean floor off the west coast of Vancouver Island.

Since Tuesday, 17 quakes in the four to five magnitude range centred about 200 kilometres west of Port Hardy have been detected.

Earthquake scientist Garry Rogers with the Geological Survey
of Canada said quake swarms happen several times a year in that area,
but this one is lasting longer, and the earthquakes are larger, than
normal.

Now, before we move on, last night(October 27/2012) we had a 7.7 and a multitude of large aftershocks, 5.8..6.8...many 4.0 and larger, check out that above map, that cluster of 17 are fairly close to last night`s crackerjack..

Are those 2008 quakes in any way connected, perhaps...Let`s continue a little further...Like say May 2012...6 months ago

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Experts say a "swarm" of small earthquakes off the northwest coast of Vancouver Island are part of the normal seismic activity in the area, and they could continue for several more days.A 4.0 magnitude earthquake that struck just after midnight on Tuesday morning was the eighth small quake with a magnitude between 3.8 and 4.7 to strike the region since April 22.

Earthquakes Canada notice:

There is a light swarm of earthquakes occurring offshore of Vancouver Island. The largest event was a magnitude 4.7 earthquake on Apr 22 and seven other earthquakes in the magnitude 4 range on Apr 27. These earthquakes are too far from land to be felt.Source: Natural Resources Canada

Pacific Geoscience Centre Seismologist Gary Rogers said the activity is focused along a 20-kilometre stretch along an area called the Raveer Delwood Fault, located about 200 kilometres offshore. "In the very thin crust that we have out there off our west coast of Vancouver Island, it often fractures in a series of small earthquakes, usually about this size being the maximum." Rogers said more small earthquakes are expected in the area over the next week

You see that cluster of earthquakes from May of this year, these earthquakes are getting really close to the site of last night`s big earthquake, lets follow the movement and it becomes as clear as day where the next either cluster of really big pop is going to occur..

And it isn`t good news for anyone in Brithish Columbia, especially for our mid to northern coast....

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Have a look, this map doesn`t even include the Japanese earthquake and tsunami...Law of averages tells me that we are due for a really big one off the northern tip of Vancover island...lets look at another set of data..And remember, the Richter scale, a magnitude 8.7 is 10 times as large as a magnitude 7.7....So to be clear, there was a 1 to 2 foot tsunami generated last night, imagine that magnified by a factor of 10 with a 8.7...or god forbid, magnified by a factor of 100 with a 9.0....

Earthquakes are also classified in categories ranging from minor to great, depending on their magnitude.

Class

Magnitude

Great

8 or more

Major

7 - 7.9

Strong

6 - 6.9

Moderate

5 - 5.9

Light

4 - 4.9

Minor

3 -3.9

The magnitude of most earthquakes is measured on the Richter scale, invented by Charles F. Richter in 1934. The Richter magnitude is calculated from the amplitude of the largest seismic wave recorded for the earthquake, no matter what type of wave was the strongest.

The Richter magnitudes are based on a logarithmic scale (base 10). What this means is that for each whole number you go up on the Richter scale, the amplitude of the ground motion recorded by a seismograph goes up ten times. Using this scale, a magnitude 5 earthquake would result in ten times the level of ground shaking as a magnitude 4 earthquake (and
32 times as much energy would be released). To give you an idea how
these numbers can add up, think of it in terms of the energy released by
explosives: a magnitude 1 seismic wave releases as much energy as blowing up 6 ounces of TNT. A magnitude 8 earthquake releases as much energy as detonating 6 million tons of TNT. Pretty impressive, huh? Fortunately, most of the earthquakes that occur each year are magnitude 2.5 or less, too small to be felt by most people.

Now let`s look at the Japan earthquake locale that caused the disastrous tsunami...

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It`s just a matter of time, we had a cluster in 2008, another cluster of earthquakes in May, 2012, now in October 2012 we have had a super earthquake, and if you look at the faultlines, the ring of fire faults above it`s as plain the nose on your face that we are overdue if not late for an earthquake generating tsunami in the range of 200 miles either north or south of last night`s major event(epicenter), my gut and charts tell me to hedge north, that puts the next big quake north of the Queen Charlotte islands in front of Dixon Channel, that friends would send a massive tsunami straight for Kitimat and Enbridge`s supertanker laden proposed terminus, a dead end fjord, a place where a big wave would gather up speed and height, imagine a huge 40 foot wall of rolling water heading towards Kitimat with an ocean behind it, any supertanker in the way, any sea harbour terminal filling station, both would be pulverized..

geological record reveals that "great earthquakes" (those with moment magnitude 8 or higher) occur in the Cascadia subduction zone about every 500 years on average, often accompanied by tsunamis. There is evidence of at least 13 events at intervals from about 300 to 900 years with an average of 570—590 years.[6] Previous earthquakes are estimated to have occurred in 1310 AD, 810 AD, 400 AD, 170 BC and 600 BC.As seen in the 1700 quake, the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake, and the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami, subduction zone earthquakes can cause large tsunamis, and many coastal areas in the region have prepared tsunami evacuation plans in anticipation of a possible future Cascadia earthquake. However, the major nearby cities, notably Seattle, Portland, Vancouver, Victoria, and Tacoma, which are located on inland waterways rather than on the coast, would be sheltered from the full brunt of a tsunami. These cities do have many vulnerable structures, especially bridges and unreinforced brick buildings; consequently, most of the damage to the cities would probably be from the earthquake itself. One expert asserts that buildings in Seattle are vastly inadequate even to withstand an earthquake of the size of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, much less the much greater one that may well occur.[7]Recent findings conclude that the Cascadia Subduction zone is more complex and volatile than previously believed. In 2010 geologists predicted a 37 percent chance of an M8.2+ event within 50 years, and a 10 to 15 percent chance that the entire Cascadia Subduction will rupture with an M9+ event within the same time frame.[8] Geologists have also determined the Pacific Northwest is not prepared for such a colossal quake. The tsunami produced could reach heights of 80 to 100 feet (24 to 30 m).[9]Some other subduction zones have such earthquakes every 100 to 200 years; the longer interval results from slower plate motions. The rate of convergence between the Juan de Fuca Plate and the North American Plate is 60 millimetres (2.4 in) per year.[10]

Time to officially end the Enbridge hearings, a giant shaking superquake and tsunami would be hard enough to take, having 2 million barrels of Bitumen heavy tar spilled in the harbour along with the inevitable mountain slides and pipeline ruptures..

I major event and British Columbia`s pristine coastline and fast flowing clean drinkable rivers gone, and there would be no clean up crew left alive to contain the un-containable spill...

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Thursday November 27th 2014......Wanting to travel ahead of the cold snap, Thursday afternoon headed to Garden Bay to check water pipes, the boat, lines and dock, just missed the 1:30 pm ferry out of Horseshoe Bay, leaving a 2 hour wait til the next scheduled sailing, then suddenly something didn`t feel right...

Never left the car deck, arrived in Langdale, drove off the ferry and headed up coast, Langdale to Garden Bay, a trip of approximately 90 minutes, throughout that non-stop drive this queasy feeling persisted and once I arrived in Garden Bay my worst fears were confirmed, parked my vehicle and walked 10 feet to the front door, there I keeled over, breathless and spewing blood, oh no, this is one rodeo ride best avoided by all, and now facing it for a third time...

Time and my dreaded enemy the clock, continually flaunting a pendulum that never stops, waits for no one and time for me was of the essence,

After a sleepless night filled with blood spit accompanied with a migraine headache that never relented even once Friday morning finally appeared, cold, snowy and dark, my mind was aflutter, couldn`t stay in Garden Bay, didn`t bring my CPAP machine and health facilities in this neck of the woods are non-existent ..

Friday afternoon arrived back in Burnaby, still hadn`t told mom anything, gone less than a day and she already had pending chores awaiting, a light-filled Christmas reindeer I assembled before my trip had blown down in the wind, and three loads of accumulated laundry were requested done, ok...Winded, tired and scared all chores were quickly attended to...Then collapsed on the couch, filled my mouth with lozenges, slapped on my CPAP mask and hoped my breath would return....

A couple of hours passed and yes, I do feel better, perhaps paranoia had gotten the better of me, maybe it was just the flu or some infection, soon Saturday morning was upon us, snow looks nice, little did I know my mouth was stained blood-red, quite the contrast blood spittled onto fresh-white snow....Well at least the migraine was gone, very foolish of me, all day Saturday talked myself into believing I was getting better, still hadn`t told mom anything about my distress, yet she knew something was terribly amiss, she made me honey-lemon tea, tasted good but helped none, this rodeo ride was about to get rough, hopefully that clock and pendulum don`t buck me off...

Saturday evening, still delusional in thinking relief was just around the corner, Monday morning I`ll go to the clinic and....

Gurgling, a sound no one should hear coming from your lungs, couldn`t breathe again and blood was flowing, got up, walked into Mom`s room and told her I was off to the hospital(3'00am)..Walked up the crisp frozen path, nearly passed out after 5 minutes gasping for air, maybe should of called an ambulance, with temporary breath returned, opened truck door and started my Dodge Ram...Windows were frozen, no strength to scrape ice, time, 10 minutes of parked running eventually thawed the windshield..

Had real reservations about going to Burnaby hospital, last time I was at Burnaby General Hospital was to see my dad`s still body, he died there, serious medical issues complicated after contracting C Diff within the hospital, bad timing had Dad there during a major C Diff outbreak...

However at this time of night with gurgling lungs filled with blood my choices were limited..

The hospital pay parking was near empty, a frozen iced covered parking lot, $20 dollars for 4 hours parking, had no energy to scout adjacent streets for free spots, time was clutching my throat..

Walked into Emergency section, there was several groups of people already waiting...Triage desk was open and the lady nurse waved me over, maybe she could sense my distress, told her I couldn`t breathe and blood was gurgling and I have a history, she instantly sent me to admitting, pulled out ID, care card, then back to triage and within 4 minutes was in a hospital gown in emergency operating theatre number 8....

Stripped down to underwear and one of those notorious rear-drafty blue gowns, vitals checked, wires and probes stuck, jabbed and attached everywhere, including the finger oxygen level monitor, the oxygen reading was very poor to say the least and....

Theatre number 8....Right smack in the middle of 18 emergency room theatres, a square room, curtained beds to my left, right and across....Directly in front of me were the monitors for all the beds, call it the control center, head nurses, go-to it nurses, doctors, phone lines, everything was right in front of me and I can`t explain why but my curtain was left wide open, for 40 hours in emergency my view of near everything was uninterrupted, possibly they wanted to keep an eye on me or perhaps they knew a story needed to be written and narrated by The Powell River Persuader...

Touched By Angels, 6 Days In Burnaby General Hospital

Can`t explain it, even though my breath was sporadic, gurgling ongoing and blood spittle disturbing a calmness filled my soul, this group of nurses and doctors, 18 emergency room theatres although a mere 10 were in play at this time of night, I became fixated on the performance, a front row seat with a clear view of the apparent A-team emergency nursing staff in action, Saturday night, the only thing missing was popcorn and my breath...

Tasha, my first nurse, after introducing herself she inquired as to my medical history, 10 minutes later and barely halfway through my background she rushed away to tend to a bleeping monitor alarm, she returned to finish off my history, told her none of that mattered because I know what ails me, and what caused it..

Pulmonary embolism, or in my case pulmonary emboli, tinzaparin, heperon and warfarin need to be injected to bring me back to life, how do I know that Tasha asked....Said I rode this horse before and over the last few months I got lax with my drug maintenance, got cocky, forgot how rough this stallion be,.....Tasha called me a big dummy, funny, not often I`ve been called a big dummy when the words spoken were meant to soothe...Tasha also said everything will have to be confirmed by a specialist and CT scan...Within minutes a portable chest Xray machine was wheeled over and snapped a photo...Xray won`t tell you nothing either I muttered, you`ll need a CT scan..

The CT scan was going to have to wait meanwhile a Heperon drip was set up, a modern automated IV drip machine attached to a lean metal rolling stand, this thin metal dripping, beeping strings attached lady never left my side for 6 days, after a couple of days Lady IV was now known as my silent dance partner..

Time, no CT scan available until 8;30 am.....

My senses came alive, my curtain wide open, the smells, visuals and most acute and active were the sounds, those with curtains drawn couldn`t hold back the sounds, an old-man was in the curtained off space to my right, he was complaining of inedible hospital food and the need to go home, he had fallen down, brought in by ambulance and several times he tried to get up and leave, however his legs weren`t working, these professional nurses worked so hard to calm the man, not wanting to tie him down, they kept assuring him that ambulance services were coming soon to return him home, food complaints and escape attempts continued, .....I had to chime in .....

I guess bad food is better than no food at all...

I heard a chuckle from my neighbour`s nurse, she popped out from the curtained room, walked a few steps and peered into my open domain and smiled, said that`s right, better than nothing, guess she noticed that my table was barren of food, wasn`t my intent, wasn`t thinking of food, 5 minutes later she brought me a plate, and indeed it was not very good, forced down every bite, seemed like the principled thing to do..

Number 7, directly to my left was empty,...Let me be clear, these theatres are merely spaces on a floor with wrap-around curtains, nothing is contained within these spaces, only the visual is secluded, that is...If, the curtains are closed, most were, 40 hours in emergency and my curtain was wide open for 39 hours..Directly to my left a woman was wheeled in, she couldn`t breathe either, she was French Canadian, middle-aged, in her 40`s, she had last year a double mastectomy, both breasts removed and a 4 full-rounds of chemo therapy, the whole-meal deal and after going through all of that a year later fate brings her next door to me, hacking, coughing, flemcity agony, no breathe, this woman didn`t cry, scream and bellyache, all she wanted was a little help in breathing....

Mr hospital food-hating needing to leave beyond anything else senior to my right was carted out by ambulance services, .That was kinda funny too, maybe it was just me seeing something normal but it appeared everyone of Burnaby`s paramedics/ambulance workers looked like George Clooney, 3 days of facial growth and Clooney`s haircut....or maybe I was just jealous..

Out the complainer went only to be quickly replaced by another delivered patient courtesy of BC Paramedics, an old man, frail, in convulsions and so yellow, jaundiced, it appeared he was dipped in a giant bottle of French`s mustard, scary, clearly this frail old-man was going to die beside me...

Sunday Morning, an entire nursing/doctor shift change, ....Grey Cup Sunday, when shift change comes the replacement group of doctors and nurses arrive early, each nurse goes over completely the issues related to each patient, who to watch out for, who needs what care, the roll-over takes at least 30 minutes and it boggled my mind, all these sickly, elderly, snarky people and the nurses seemed so reluctant to leave, Asian nurses, Indo nurses, white nurses, from shift to shift the mix between senior and youth nurses was brilliant, never heard a raised voice, every situation no matter how tense was handled with skill, dexterity and comfort...

The head nurses at Burnaby General Hospital pre-shift rally the troops together, like pep talks in pro sports, only different, with emergency care in hot battle zones it`s the little people that pave the way for starring doctors, Burnaby General`s head nurses made that abundantly clear, whoever is in charge of hiring and staffing at Burnaby General has found magic..

My new nurse was named MacKenzie(first name)....Introduced herself, she too wanted medical background, short or long version I said, she wanted the long version, she listened intently, told her about fixing mom`s home, cooking, cleaning and driving her to doctor appointments, mentioned getting lax with my daily warfarin medication and not going for blood tests(INRs)..Sweet soothing smile never once left her face, she squeezed my arm with both hands and to be honest I haven`t felt that much compassion since being a baby in mom`s arms(and yes, I do remember)...

If I was a young man I would have fallen in love 20 times in that first 24 hours, but I`m not a young man..

Told MacKenzie exactly what was wrong with me, she said your CT scan is very soon, within minutes they wheeled my bed into the CT scanner room, injected me with contrasting dye, yikes, a warm flush feeling zooms through your body, from head to toe... onto another bed and head first you`re slid into this sideways whirling glorified dryer, and it talks to you, breathe in, hold, breathe out, ..Maybe it was the disgusting heat-flush dye but I swear that the CT scanner called me a big dummy too....

Meanwhile my mom was burning up my cell-phone, wanting information, had none to give, she also wanted to get my car moved, always the penny-pincher even under the harshest of circumstances,,

Then wheeled back to theatre number 8 to await the results, actually I wasn`t awaiting any results, I already knew what was to be found...

As mentioned, all the nurse`s computers were directly in front of me, ...A doctor Kwan, a sweet Asian doctor handled my case, or should I say was the bearer of bad news, I saw my pictures on the computer screen before anyone said anything, not sure if they knew I could see...The pictures were bad, not Pulmonary embolism but Pulmonary emboli, ..possibly dozens of blood clots, it`s apparent the big dummy has been gathering up lung blood clots for months, finally several got positioned in places that stopped my breath near dead..

Dr. Kwan came over first and told me the horrible news, Heperon drip was increased, some other clot dissolving fluid was added, blood work started, INR and high warfarin doses started now...She reiterated that I`m in big trouble, not going anywhere soon, ...

Not sure why but the news calmed me, my third lung blood clot rodeo, riding the meanest black stallion of them all, now I only need to live a while longer, there`s a story here needing to be told and it has nothing to do with me, curtain number 8 is still wide open..

Nurse Mackenzie was in with my French Canadian neighbour, asking her to spit, to hack, they had some lung sucking device hooked up to her, a minute later Mackenzie was in another curtained room, telling this person to pea, to push, ..not to worry about soiling themselves, ...MacKenzie reminded me of a smart cowgirl, one moment delivering a baby sheep, the next milking cows followed by shoveling cow patties and the entire time her sweet youthful smile never leaves, MacKenzie`s traits and qualities can`t be taught.....MacKenzie was a rock-star among nurses, in fact all the emergency nurses at Burnaby General were rock-stars....Clearly this grey Cup Sunday team was the A-team....or were they?

Smells, noises and visuals had all my senses in over-drive, there wasn`t a dull moment, there were of course sad, disgusting and anger inciting episodes at every turn...

Sunday afternoon Vancouver police officers brought in a woman for treatment, never saw her face but heard her voice from behind a curtain, screams of look what you people did to me, you fucking bitches, ...the Vancouver cops were standing nearby in the ER department talking to a black hospital security officer, ..Hospital security officer was looking in my general direction, not at the girl in the cubicle, however the foul-mouthed girl in the cubicle let her mouth rip....What are you doing in here you ugly fucking nigger, you caused my pain nigger, what the fuck is a nigger doing in here...

It angered me, I wanted to get up and interject, I know the black security officer heard every word because he was twice as close to that theatre as was I, ..He never flinched, didn`t turn his head, not a single stir yet I know he heard every bile word...This professional team of nurses and doctors still had to treat the woman, you can`t deny medical treatment to the unruly, a real testament to the high-quality team assembled there.....30 minutes later her curtain opened and yes I could see, it was a street-walking working girl, a crack cocaine oxycodene addicted, crystal meth addicted, should of known, if I could have asked the unruly woman one question, why the blackman was her target, the ER had Asian, Indo, Sikh, Filipino and other ethnics..

Next a young mother and father rushed in with a beet red baby, the toddler was trying so hard to scream yet only the most disturbing sounds came out, the contrast was stark, beet red baby and pale as ghosts parents, wanting nothing but life for their child, you could tell either parent would gladly trade their life for the baby`s life, nothing so tortuous than the sound of a dying baby, ER staff eventually asked the parents to leave, perhaps not wanting them to witness the treatment.

No pain, no urgency, wires, probes and IV hooked up to me, I don`t need to be here , these 18 theatres are now almost full, I looked at MacKenzie, never said a word but indicated I wanted to talk, she came over and I expressed my concern about using up one of these highly valued emergency operating theatres, she looked at me and said..

"You need to shut up and be selfish, you`ve been caring for your mom, working on her home, driving her to doctors appointments, cooking, cleaning while tending to and maintaining everything, you have neglected your warfarin, your INRs and nearly killed yourself, you need to be selfish for a change, for the collective good, if you get sick or die what good can you do for anyone"..

This mere babe in terms of physical years spoke such wise words, I hung my head, MacKenzie was right....And I can use this, "be selfish for the collective good"....I can work that angle..

These nurses, youthful ER nurses pushing the veterans to care, a beautiful mix of the old, the wise meshed with babe nurses who care, no perfume, no jewelery, just scrubs and shoes...MacKenzie had these blue Nike running shoes, they matched her scrubs, they had a splash of pink and adorned with flowers, they matched her personality to a tee, feminine, and proud of it, strong, persuasive and in control splashed with a dash of country innocence..

Tic toc tic toc, my dreaded enemy the clock, the pendulum that never stops, Dr. Kwan came over after hearing my concerns about using up valuable ER space, she told me in no uncertain terms that I was lucky to still be alive, one of the most severe cases of pulmonary emboli she has ever seen and that I need to be right where everyone can see me, kinda made feel better, I think.

Meanwhile my French Canadian double Mastectomy full Chemo treatment troubled breathing neighbour was still fleming, hacking and dying away, she seemed to be getting worse while I was seemingly getting better, blood chunks were getting smaller and the gurgling was easing, MacKenzie was working her butt-off trying to get my neighbour to breathe, ...Tic Toc Tic Toc..

Monday Morning...Shift Change, same routine, head nurse rallies the troops, her talk was inspirational, it was never about the doctors or management heads, it was about the worker nurses, the beautiful mix of the old and young, fresh, wise and experienced, ....I mentioned the sounds, horrifying distressed baby sounds, and no sounds are so pleasing than those made by the same baby the next morning, crying for food, crying for momma, a normal happy baby crying, pale white parents arriving with mile wide smiles now glowing warm pink, happy tears rolled down from my eyes...French`s mustard man who I was sure was a dead man left that morning too by ambulance back home, stable, walking and smiling, miracles abound and still I sit, curtain open, getting antsy, not to leave but to write..

Me and my French Canadian neighbour now the longest serving in this department, her lungs sounded better, voice stronger...The Monday morning crew made introductions, my new nurse was Tom...A big strapping man who reminded of the Walrus(Craig Stadler, the golfer), "Walrus" referring to their mustaches, ....Tom P, my Monday nurse looked big and strong enough to carry you by one arm out of a burning building, firm but gentle, with a sense of humor, when Tom introduced himself to my French Canadian neighbour he said....

"Hi, I`ll be your nurse today, my name is Tom, or as they say in French.. `Tom"

You did notice the accent above the T in the second `Tom..

Made me laugh, and hack up more blood..

Another curtained theatre received a middle-aged woman, not sure what her complaint was but the "cure" the doctor was going to be using was said loud and clear....heard him say it three times...You madame are getting an enema, ...Did you say an enema...Indeed I did, must be feeling better because the thought of this cure made me smile, not that I`ve had an enema, or at least one I would admit too...

20 minutes later from behind this curtain came enema screams, now I might be wrong, sleep deprived, surrounded with drunks, old, mustard man, cranky hurt babies, choking and blood gurgling patients, however these enema screams came across as wails of pleasure, I`ll leave it to your imagination...

Great!!!!....I roll out of bed, gather up my clothes, bag them and tie my possession bag to the IV pole, My dance partner Lady drip, put my shoes on, `Tom unhooks all the electrodes, ahh....I need to go to the bathroom, yes Tom, I can walk, Lady drip can come with me..

Back at number 8...tic toc, tic toc....A head nurse comes over and tells me my room has been delayed, I chime back at her...Well, how about I get a real coffee at the restaurant, I`ll walk there, I`m fine...One day I may be an indolent but today is not that day...

The nurse said....we have rules, codes, we can`t let you go by yourself, ok....Yea yea yea, what about stopping on route for that coffee(in Burnaby General they have an in-house Tim Hortons)....We`ll see she said...

Tic toc, tic toc....Big Tom comes over and says to me your are going in 2 minutes...How about we check your vitals before you go...I said no, why bother, my heart rate is perfect and my breathing feels about 92%....

Meanwhile the head nurse has decided to porter me to my new abode, she stood by waiting as Tom P checked my vitals and air....She also heard what I had said to Tom...

My heart-rate vitals were perfect and my breathing was 92%(way above the levels from when I came in).....Head nurse just smiled at me, said...How did you know..

Pepper and Spirits of the Night

Off we go, down the hallway at speed, Nurse pushing the chair me holding my IV dancing partner, Lady Drip....We take a left turn at Tim Hortons......When Nurse says.....Oh OH...Don`t look, there`s pepper(name), our union rep, rules fanatic, a stickler for codes and regulations....Too late, this little Nubian woman who looked and sounded like a wound up Whoppi Goldberg set upon us...My bag of belonging`s, Pepper informed me and the nurse that having patient belonging`s dangling from IV poles is a no no....This nurse was clearly intimidated by Pepper, she was looking for an out, she tried to change subjects...She blurted out...Mr G is a writer, he`s going to do a story....I don`t think Pepper bought the excuse, she did however back off, a little...I got wheeled to the coffee line-up, ordered a double double dark roast....with a sleeve, as it was hot...Me and the nurse were going to carry on except...

Except Pepper informed the nurse that Mr. G(the patient) can`t be allowed to carry a hot coffee, it could spill, burn, etc etc....The nurse had to carry the coffee and push the chair..

Well, ...We got out in the hallway,Pepper still inside the food area, we quickly shifted, I was handed the hot coffee and off we went, this nurse proceeded to tell me how Pepper is a rules fanatic, ..Nurse said she`s all for rules but some can be bent or broken....Meanwhile this nurse had our hallway speed way up, zooming along....When all of a sudden a door opened, an older Indo Canadian janitor entered the hallway walking backwards, never looked and we ran into him, my clothes bag went flying, almost flew out of the wheelchair and the hot coffee, by the grace of god it was saved..

I said not another word to this chair-pushing nurse or her to me, all I could think of was Pepper and her warning, or was that Pepper`s voodoo curse..

Room 374 and Spirits of the Night

3;00 pm...Room 374 with beds A..B...C...3 beds per room....Bed A was an older Italian woman named Angela, very quiet, very friendly with daughters aplenty, they all looked and sounded alike, a close knit family, didn`t ask much of Angela in the way of medical questions but from the little Italian I know she has kidney issues, possibly cancer in the kidneys and she and her family blame her family doctor for prescribing so many medications, medications that clashed and led to her kidneys failing...Like I said, she was very nice, her discharge time was set for Wednesday evening(December 3rd), I over heard the hospital doctor talking to Angela, she was free to go, could leave as soon as family members picked her up.....But Angela was nervous, she talked back trying to convince the doctor that she should stay, found that very odd, until I learned that Angela had chemo therapy scheduled to start this Friday,.....

Her family showed up Wednesday evening, listening in(without trying) Angela was convincing her family that she should stay, leave on Thursday, her excuse was....Angela and family wanted to confer with this hospital doctor that her prescriptions he prescribed were compatible with other medications she was taking....Angela was very firm and her daughters bought in to the message, however, there was a problem, her bed was already spoken for, the man, who was dying was waiting for the bed, Angela begged the hospital nursing staff to let her stay in her room and move the man to another room, ...The nurses weren`t falling this strange gambit, the one eldest daughter got quite aggressive, and again reiterating concerns over medication mixing...Seeing the situation escalating I had to chime in...Me and my dance partner Lady IV sauntered over and in a calm tone told Angela to talk to the pharmacist, bring a list of all your medications, the pharmacist will know how they interact...The three nurses trying to get Angela to leave jumped all over my advice, as in agreeing with it, although they did shoo me away....20 minutes later Angela was dressed, she came over and thanked me for being a quiet trouble free room-mate, ....Before she left I told her to never trust doctors, get second and third opinions, also told her that depending on your cancer ....Chemo, sometimes the cure is deadlier than the disease.....And with that, she was gone...

My other room-mate was James, ...Which soon turned to Jim..and finally to Jimbo Bones.....Jimbo Bones was my name for him, an older man, 86 years old, he suffered a couple of recent falls and was all beat up, under his chart was mobility strengthening, meaning they had to take the wobbles out of his legs and arms, he was quite frail, his wife at home was too senior herself to care for a non-walking husband...

Jimbo was waiting for a transfer to a seniors rehab place in New Westminster, a place that has all the equipment and time to rehab him, Burnaby hospital mobility staff had barely 1/2 hour per day for his walking rehab treatment, from what I saw his arms shook when trying to get up in a walker, as well as his right leg, ....Mr. Bones`s bed was right next to mine, Jimbo Bones had no choice but to hear me talk, not sure he was listening, we talked lots, he cried every time he mentioned his wife, they met when they were 14 years old, married by 17 and been together ever since, met his sons and his wife, one son sounded like he wanted Bones in a seniors home, put away, the other son wanted him in rehab and walking, his wife sounded to me like she didn`t want James home if he couldn`t walk....

As for Jimbo Bones and what he wanted....He wanted to be home for Christmas, never one to beat around the bush, when his family wasn`t around, which was most of the days, I talked to Bones, don`t know that he liked what I had to say..Told him that if you expect to walk again you`re going to have to bear down, it will be the hardest thing you`ll have faced, men, older men just get stubborn, give up, if you want to be home for Christmas, or ever you will have to fight, and even with that effort you may not succeed, damn dreaded clock waits for no one.....Jimbo Bones was shipped out Thursday evening to the seniors rehab joint in New Westminster...I told Bones I would be visiting him next week and wanted to see him walking..!

Pent up, prisoners versus the screws, patients versus nurses, every morning walked with Lady IV in tow to the other end of the hospital to buy real coffee and muffins, not doughnuts because apparently, according to the nurses the doughnuts were empty calories...Mr. Bones was a recipient of fresh muffins every morning, courtesy the Persuader...Nurses would not accept gifts, one morning did manage to leave a box of fresh muffins on the nurses front desk in our ward....They got eaten and the nurses thanked me, ...It was me who owed thanks, they left me alone, we had an understanding, they look the other way and I don`t ring the nurses button, 6 days and never pushed it once.

My nurses in room 374...were Kim..Emma...Grace and of course Nav...plus 2 different lab guys and gals who twice daily siphoned off my blood, damn vampires...The one time I really needed Nav to replace my IV feed she bolted out, apparently a naked man was running loose in our ward, perhaps he was well endowed, she did eventually return, fixed my IV line and no, Nav could not hide her natural smile.

Tuesday night in room 374...the room next door(375) had a screamer, he didn`t stop, morning noon and night he hollered and I quote..."I wanna get outta here"...He was loud, really loud and I can`t sleep at the best of times..Through the grape vine I heard he was dying, his name was Mr. Anderson, he did not talk, only screamed, ....I heard many a nurse say....Please calm down Mr. Anderson, ...Not sure why but in my head I was saying....His name is Neo....I mentioned that to the nurses, they thought it was charming, think they thought I was crazy too...what, remember that line from the movie The Matrix?

Tuesday night the screaming from Mr. Anderson suddenly stopped....out of the blue silence, next thing you know nurses are scrambling, Neo is throwing up vast amounts of blood, violently hurling blood, litres of blood, ...late at night you can hear everything and if one wants to know what is going on one merely just listens...house-keeping was called, portable Xray was called, a Stat team was called and to my surprise over the next hour the nursing team stopped the bleeding, stabilized him...two hours later Mr. Anderson was screaming, only now the words not so clear, the message weaker, never got even two minutes sleep that night.

Wednesday, the day Angela left, Wednesday night actually, mentioned her bed was booked up for a dying man...To my surprise it was Neo...Mr. Anderson the dying screamer was joining our room.

Nursing staff wheeled in his bed, a big vacuum pump connected to a face mask, Mr Anderson looked very pained, he screamed but in listening to his wailing I realized they weren`t screams at all, he was a big giant strapping man, wounded bad and down for the count and he was making as much noise as possible on his way out...Jimbo Bones whose bed was beside me had no difficulty sleeping any nights, he requested and received sleeping pills, when Mr. Anderson joined our room I was offered sleeping pills too, declined the offer.

If a man is going to die beside you he needs to be heard, screams and all, I talked to him, ....Mr. Anderson, or should I call you Neo, how`s it going, how about some screams for me, he obliged, this giant man, under his chart it said one thing...Pain Management, don`t know what he had but the big fellow couldn`t be sedated without killing him, his pain too couldn`t be stopped...Another sleepless night was in store and it didn`t matter, some events take priority..

The clock struck midnight and next thing you know Mr. Anderson had a visitor...not sure what visiting hours are but the nurses were fine with it..Jimbo Bones was fast asleep...

Mr. Anderson`s visitor was his son, he looked about 35 years of age, he plugged in a music box, a boom box and played probably the most spiritual music I ever heard, it wasn`t quite First Nations drums and Chants and wasn`t quite Chinese music from deep inside mainland China, a combination of both, no voice just soothing sounds, water, flutes and serenity, ...Neo`s son saw that I was astir and asked if I was bothered by the music and his chanting, said no, ....In fact I got up and said wonderful, you`ve come to say goodbye and send your dad to the great beyond..The son had placed an eagle`s feather in his Dad`s hand..

Mr. Anderson knew exactly what was going on, his screams became more concise, more clear, he wanted to get out and die, louder and louder he got, the son talked of people of the mountain, of the river valley, of cleansing in spiritual water, tears flowed down my cheeks, the moment was surreal, I swear there was an aura lighting up the room, hard to describe...not sure what happened next, nurses came to try and settle down and sedate Neo...Neo`s son didn`t want his father injected with anything...I concurred, Lady IV and I sauntered over, called the nurses away and explained what was going on..

Said can`t you see, don`t you see that aura, reds, green and purple lights flickering from nowhere, Mr. Anderson`s son has come to send his dad off to the spirit world, Neo does not want to go quietly, a giant lumbering man down, wounded, he ain`t going quiet, let him talk, howl and scream, Jimbo Bones is fast asleep and I haven`t been this close to heavenly spirits since my dad died right here in this hospital..

Nurses relented and allowed this transformation to continue, a couple of hours later the son came to me and said..

"Gatekeepers are not ready for my dad, he`s a great man and another day of wailing is in order, and thank you for speaking to the nurses, you understand, I see in your eyes lives the spirit bear too, spirit bears go out growling and snarling"..

Mr. Anderson`s son left, Neo was strangely silent over the next 2 hours, the only sound later that night to be heard in room 374 was my quiet crying..

If I was a young man I would have fallen in love 20 times in that first 24 hours, but I`m not a young man so I fell in love a 100 times with the beautiful spirits emanating from Burnaby General Hospital.

Lived through and Written by Grant G

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P.S......Hospitals can be a beautiful thing when nurtured, new buildings are not caring, it`s the human factor that make these healing places tick, one merely needs to look at Richmond`s new hospital with an entire floor empty, no staff, or Delta hospital who`s healers have had the tools yanked from their healing hands, even fancy new digs at Surrey Memorial fall short in terms of staffing levels..

Burnaby General Hospital, a dilapidated old building staffed by angels, a place where rules are bent and sometimes even broken, whoever is responsible for assembling the nursing teams needs to be rewarded, and copied, the Burnaby Hospital staff deserve a new building but not if it means destroying the staffing levels, the newest hospitals are cold dead shells without warm caring skilled bodies....

BC Liberals promised 5000 net new long term care beds in 2001, they haven`t delivered a single bed as of yet, George Abbott before he headed for the hills spun it like this..."We BC Liberals have created more than 5000 long-term, assisted living and incremental care beds"

Don`t know what an incremental bed is, I kinda think its like an LNG Plant...Mythical

That my friends is political double speak, they have created none, there are less long-term care-beds today than there was in 2001, an assisted bed is a nurse coming to someone`s home, that is not a long-term care bed..The problem is reaching critical...I pray that just once the BC Liberals could keep a promise, even if its more than a decade late.